The Army Marches On!

First of all - welcome back to To Thine Own Self, Be Food! It has been over three weeks since my last post. That whole pesky novel-writing thing, you know...

Second of all, check this out:

This is the dividing and conquering of 50 pounds of bread flour, purchased from the local Costco (ConAgra Harvest). At $15 a bag, it's quite a deal.
However, being a King Arthur brand user, it's disconcerting to discover that Costco's flour is bleached and enriched...and so comes down to the age-old question: cost over nutrition?

I will keep you posted on how my loaves turn out.

Third, we were running low on butter earlier this week, and my daughter (10) announced that she wanted to make butter. So, I sent her and her father off in the direction of the Google. Thirty minutes later, we had homemade butter (the shakingshakingshaking of heavy cream). But, my oldest son became enamored of it (as did many others in the house), and I think it now shall become a staple in the Nelson fridge.

Homemade bread? Why not homemade butter? Pioneers out on the prairie, we are!

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